ATLAS' POV.
I hadn’t planned to step out tonight—it wasn’t even a thought. But something had me a bit restless since the meeting this evening.
The council hall had fallen silent as soon as the warriors from Shadow Moon left.
Everyone had gone—Ethan, the council. Yet I stood there, hands braced against the table, staring at the empty seats as though answers might rise from them.
The faintest trace of a scent lingered in the air— wild roses and something else I couldn't quite place my finger on. It shouldn’t have stayed that long.
My wolf, North, stirred, more restless than I’ve felt him in years.
"That scent... I know it."
The words vibrated through me, deep and low.
“You don’t,” I muttered aloud, straightening, forcing my voice calm. “Stop being ridiculous, North. You don’t know he
